In a world where everyone’s on their own,
And God watches over us all alone,
Being kind stands tall, above it all,
In someone’s life, it’s the greatest call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In every heart, a seed to sow,
Kindness blooms and begins to grow.
Through stormy days and darkest night,
Kindness shines, a guiding light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It costs us nothing, yet worth so much,
In a world where greed’s often the clutch.
A simple smile, a helping hand,
Can change the course of someone’s land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When others falter, lost in despair,
Kindness whispers, “I’m here, I care.”
It heals the wounds that words may scar,
Bringing hope where shadows mar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So in this world of endless strife,
Let kindness be the thread of life.
For in the end, when all is said,
Being kind is what truly spreads.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In a world where chaos often reigns,
And selfishness tightens its chains,
Kindness breaks through the walls we build,
With compassion, hearts are gently filled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It’s not about what we can gain,
But how we ease another’s pain.
In a sea of troubles, it’s a buoy,
Lifting spirits with its purest joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kindness knows no bounds or creed,
It’s the universal language we all need.
With a simple act, a word, a deed,
We sow the seeds of love indeed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, let’s embrace this noble art,
And let kindness be our guiding part.
In a world where darkness may enthrall,
It’s the beacon that illuminates us all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by Walking Shadow Poetry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In a world where everyone’s on their own,And God watches over us all alone,Being kind stands tall, above it all,In someone’s life, it’s the greatest call. In every heart, a seed to sow,Kindness blooms and begins to grow.Through stormy days and darkest night,Kindness shines, a guiding light. 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